Fu Hanchuan sighed silently, yet he could not help softening a little inside.
Under Wen Yanyu's astonished gaze, he took a spare remote from the drawer and raised the air conditioner's temperature by three degrees.
Wen Yanyu: ૮₍•᎔•₎ა Huh?!!
Fu Hanchuan picked up the coat draped over the chair and swung it around the boy, coaxing helplessly, "We can't let our little bunny catch a chill and get sick. Be good and put this on."
The coat carried a scent, very, very faint. Once it was wrapped around him.
That scent enveloped him, a faint bitterness mingled with woody agarwood, forcefully driving out every other smell around him. It grew richer, as though it would seep into his skin.
The tips of Wen Yanyu's ears reddened, and his lashes fluttered wildly. He put the coat on properly, then tugged the sleeves up.
Sitting in the comfortable cushioned chair, Wen Yanyu nibbled bread dipped in the doggy's special sweet sauce, revising documents with a fountain pen in hand.
Fu Hanchuan occasionally glanced sideways at him. Seeing him work so earnestly, the smile in his eyes deepened, and his lips curved unconsciously.
He was in an especially good mood.
Still, he reminded him, "If you get tired, you can just play over there. I can finish all this myself."
Wen Yanyu replied without lifting his head, "But it'll be exhausting."
"Hmm?" Fu Hanchuan asked, not immediately understanding what Wen Yanyu meant.
Wen Yanyu looked up at him, his tone earnest. "Handling so much on your own will be exhausting. If we do it together, you won't be so tired."
Fu Hanchuan froze for an instant, ripples stirring in his previously calm eyes.
He fell inexplicably silent.
"There isn't much I know how to do, and I have plenty of free time right